Love Story

10 th Grade

As I sat there in English class,

I stared at the girl next to me.

She was my so called 'best friend'.

I stared at her long, silky hair,

and wished she was mine.

But she didn't notice me like that,

and I knew it. After class,

she walked up to me

and asked me forthe notes

she had missed the day before.

I handed them to her.

She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat

I don t want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang.

On the other end,it was her.

She was in tears,mumbling on

and on about how herlove had broke her heart.

She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone,

So I did.As I sat next to her on the sofa,

I stared at her soft eyes,

wishing she was mine.After 2 hours,

one Drew Barrymore movie,

and three bags of chips,

she decided to go home.

She looked at me,

said 'thanks' and gave me a kisson the cheek..

I want to tell her,

I want her to know that

I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don t know why.

Senior year

One fine day she walked to my locker.

"My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go" well,

I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,

we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,

we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.

That night, after everything was over,

I was standing at her front door step.

I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- "I had the best time,

thanks!"and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat

I don t want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

Graduation.

A day passed, then a week,

then a month.Before I could blink,

it was graduation day.

I watched as her perfect body floated like

an angelup on stage to get her diploma.

wanted her to be mine-butshe didn't notice me like that,

and I knew it.Before everyone went home,

she came to me in her smock and hat,

and cried as I hugged her.

Then she lifted her head from my shoulderand said-

'you're my best friend,

thanks' andgave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat

I don t want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

Marriage.

Now I sit in the pews of the church.

That girl is getting married now.

and drive off to her new life,

married to another man.

I wanted her to be mine,

but she didn't see me like that,

and I knew it.But before she drove away,

she came to me and said 'you came !'.

She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.

I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

Death.

Years passed,

I looked down at the coffin of a girl

who used to be my 'best friend'.

At the service, they read a diary entry

she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:

"I stare at him wishing he was mine;

but he doesn't notice me like that,

and I know it. I want to tell him,

I want him to know that

I don't want to be just friends,

I love him but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

I wish he would tell me he loved me !.........

'I wish I did too...'

I thought to my self,

and I cried.

* Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.

They won't be there...................Forever.